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A Romance of Great Wealth and the Game
of Finance as Played hy Money Kings
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vour voice to anv that 1 have heard.”
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i like he ia ever g<>-
3 thing. ’ replied the
wart in an hard
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into four pieces and
every part gets along and seems to he
able td take a little nourishment, just
like a full-sized worm. No. 1 guess the
old chap will be here till he is around a
hundred, and by that time, the way the
hoys are going, they will be where they
don't need no inheritance ”
Very Funny.
"I ha\? often thought tt wan funny
myself." said the Manicure lately, 'the
may some folks has everything they
want and then don't seem to want any
thing That sounds kind of mixed.
George, but you know what T mean.
T.nok at my I'nrle Frank, for Instance
He la so mean, George, that he rolls
himself around the parlor In s rubber
tired chair so as not to tvesr out the
rugs Poor Wilfred knows that Frank
has all the coin In the world, nearly,
and not a long time ago he braced un
cle for two hundred dollars to print n
volume of bis poems It seems WMIfred
was over In Boston and met one of them
phoney publishers thHt will publish any.
body’s poetry If the poet pays for pub
lication In advance and he thought he
just had to have two hundred dollars to
get out his book. Father tried to tell
him that no good puhliaher done busi
ness that way. but the hoy was set on
getting the two hundred, so he decided
to brace uncle for It. Wilfred prides
htmaelf. George, on the way he goes
about making a touch or asking any
kind of a favor. He says that he plans
It out careful, like Napoleon need to plan
his battles.
• About a week before he went to see
about the two hundred he. wrote a lit
tle poem boosting his dear Uncle Frank
This Is how It went .
•' Mv Uncle Frank, In him 1 point with
pride
He l* my uncle on my mother's side
Like her. he is so gentle and no kind.
So noble in his loving, so refined.
That all who know him think the world
of him
And love to gratify hie every whim.
His handsome face, benealh a snow-
white head.
Reminds me of the Caesars that are
4 dead.
Almighty Providence T always thank
For sparing through the years my Uncle
Frank.'
“That’s a pretty good boost for the un- i
ele,” observed the Head Barber.
Not Exact.
| “It sounds ail right if you don’t know
{he uncle.'' said the Manicure Lady, “but
{here ain't a line of truth in the poem
except that Frnnk is mother’s brother.
He is as much like my dear Ma as apple-*i
.(ark is like warm milk. Nobody never
gratified none of his whims without
filing paid for it. and they mostly had ■
fo wait for their pay, too. And as far as i
fils handsome face reminding anybody of
tUe dead Caesars, all I’ve got to say Is
that after the Caesars looked in the
glass they must have been glad to die
*f**I guess Uncle Prank must have
H£en wise to the salve in Wilfred's poem,
because lie ain't no fool and knows down
lfi his heart that he is a miserable old
Skinflint. Anyhow, he didn’t make no
£#ply to the verses, and when Wilfred
Wjpnt to ge.t the two hundred he didn’t
gat nothing except the gate Yes. in
deed. George, the money in this world
flin t divided right. If it was. I wouldn’t
he setting here broke the day after pay
fljBy.’’
Curses!
^Josephus Daniels has four boys
who were extremely reluctant to leave
ftreir home and playmates down in
ftfelcigh when the time came for
fftfeir father to become Secretary of
the Navy. However, they kept back
flip tears until it came to lairting
with an old colored nurse who bad
taken care of them since the eldest
was born and who felt that she was
too old to come along. The four
^Sungsters threw their arms around
and it was a sobby occasion,
.than Daniels, aged 11. was the
to recover his speech. Said he:
JJ 1 'Doggone Woodrow Wilson, any-
Having hacked heavily the peace of
Kurupc Nathan Rothschild ia discon-
t cited i<> find that Napoleon has
hurst forth again, and all the bank
er's outpouring "f gold for national
development In Kngland will lie en
dangered The hanker hastens to
Waterloo There are the English,
who have guaranteed to him that the
peace of Kurope shall be maintained.
From a height above the field of bat-
th- Rothschild sees the whole of **.
Rothschild .-eos that the wealth of
the wot'ld lie* in lamdon, his for the
taking if he can be first on the
ground with 1he news of the battle
H<- hurries to London. and next
morning appeared on the (exchange
That night be went to bed $10,000
000 richer.
Seven years later a great hanker
left VJenua, another Naples, another
I’aril) and another London, and trav
eled to a little -old house in .lews’
Lane, in Frank fort-am-Main It
was a gathering of the house of
Rothschild Perhaps some king wan
very hard pressed for money, “Lit
tle Jacob" opposes Solomon’s plan
to marry Charlotte off to the Duke
of Taaintts. He is backed up by Frau
(Judula-
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By KATHRYN KEY.
Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even
ing Journal Publishing Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
There wag a moment of absolute
tenseness while the aristocrats of
Neustadt Castle waited for their
Jewish hankers to make their way
into the seeming peace and real hos-
| tl llty of the quiet garden.
Your true aristocrat, they say, is
indifferent to superiors, amiable to
equals and charmingly affable to in-
i fcrlors, but whatever of cordiality
I was meted out to the Jews* was to be
• the pleasantness of the executioner
I who asks if he may perform any ser-
] vice for you and theji with grave
i politeness removes your head.
To this there was to be a great
exception in favor of Charlotte, whose
dainty prettiness could sweep all be
fore it in the social world, even as
i her father surmounted all barriers
I in his chosen realm—High. Finance.
When Mto Jewish invasion became
' an accomplished fact, Duke Gustavus
1 rose with his unfailing sureness of
manner to meet the occasion.
“My dear Baron,” he said, shaking
i liands with Solomon quite as one
human being greeting another. "I have
so often enjoyed your hospitality in
i Vienna that 1 am delighted to wel
come you and your brothers to my
home. I am not quite sure—does
Your Highness already* know these
gentlemen ?’’
A Calm Little Snub.
With the utmost simplicity the
brothers Btarted to shake hands with
His Most Serene Highness, who rose
in calm indifference to the proffered
greeti ig. and administered a calm
j little nnub in addition:
“Certainly—I have had the pleas-
• ure. These gentlemen are so very
| kind as to administer my small for
tune”---
Solomon spoke suavely, and with
grave courtesy—perhaps he thought
to gloss over the dig.
“Not so small. Your Highness! A
very agreeable”
liis Highness did not hesitate to
cut this remark short:
“Ah, yes. 1 do not keep track—but
I suppose money has a way of accu
mulating in the course of centuries.”
Carl, whose family history went
back so far as a father in a coin
shop, longed to stare insolently
through his newly acquired quizzing -
grid ■ 1 > tnls aristocrat wh I . .. -
ily and fonat.e might be rc< koned
in terms . t o* ntui ms.
"It need nc t always take centu
ries,” said Solomon rashlv strong in
the pride of accomplishment.
“No,” answered the Prince coldly.
“That depends on the method of col
lecting it. 1 quite understand. N
blesse oblige.”
But he did understand "Noblesse
< )blige! ”
For even when joining the Duke
in forced congratulations on the honor
Just received from Vienna, he man
aged to convey another barbed King
by remarking that "honors that are
sought after can hardly be deserved”:
w hile poor, friendly, simple Amschel
found himself stranded high and drv
in the midst of a, to him. very charm
ing conversation, while the Prince and
Princess were conducted to the castie
with due ceremony hy Mine. St.
Georges and Count Fehrenberg, to
rid themselves of the stains of travt 1.
Apd the parting insult whs tangibly
conveyed -the Prince and Princess
found the stains of travel less ob
noxious than the society in which
they were for the time compelled to
mingle.
While Jacob stood proudly aloof
I from the undeserved slights which
1 were being put upon bis rash uncles,
little Charlotte was faring far bet-
; ter. She was even prettier than
: (Justavus' most glowing recollection
of her. and she* quite won Evelyn’s
| approval as she stood like a very rose
in her white taffeta gown, draped
i by a soft green-gauze scarf, while her
! pretty girlish face was framed in a
great white bonnet covered in misty
i rose-colored plumes. Hut suddenly
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A stroll through the park on the momentous morning that was to determine whether or no this was to be his home for many years.
Evelyn’s heart flamed, for Gustavus
was complimenting the little Vien
nese with an unusual show of ani
mated interest.
Baroness, may 1 say that your
title of nobility suits you as well
as your charming toilet.”
“And is Just as new,” laughed
Charlotte gayly.
“But what is new can be fitting "
“Is irony a new accomplishment of
yours—and do you think it fitting for
your highness?”
Evelyn marveled—surely, this lit
tle Jewess was no older than she
herself was. but she would never dare
answer (Justavus with this saury in
difference, even supposing that her
wits were nimble enough to compass
the merry quip* that darted so easily
from curving lips aided by hashing
eyes.
“Compliments may sometimes be
sincere." said the duke.
Charlotte answered with a little
challenge. “I think that depends on
who pays them."
“On the contrary—to whom they
are paid.” There whs a deeper note
in Gustavus’ voice.
Evelyn had been long enough ig
nored. She plucked a glowing red
rose from the fountain the flower . _ .
of all in the world most unlike her j I nat IS I heir Game,
own demure little self -and threw it
with gay abandon at her cousin.
“You are like me, baroness 1 never
know when my cousin is serious or
joking.”
"Well.” said Gustavus. “very few
things deserve serious attention- but
charming ladies do! And I should
like now to show the baroness our
ild park—because I know it is beau
tiful, too—and us like delights like. 1
know it will please her.”
Do You Care to Come?
Gustavus to ramble through the
park with this pretty girl! In sooth
and indeed Evelyn would go too! "Do
you care to come?” said she, rising.
“Yes. indeed! Ah. your highness,
how you must love your old home.”
His highness’ love for his beauti
ful home was to be put'to the test in
a way of which he little dreamed;
and that test was coming soon very
soon.
But he answered now with gal
lantry and some emotion:
“I do. I am quite serious in my
low*—for my old home.”
Whereupon, with a pretty maid on
either arm, Gustavus started off for a
little stroll through his park on the
momentous morning that was to de
termine whether this was to be
his home for many more years.
Stillness reigned in the garden of
the broken-armed Cupid for a mo
ment after Charlotte left it gallantly
escorted by. the reigning prince—then
a bitter laugh marred the silence, and
Jacob scornfully placed his bell-
topped silk hat on his head.
With solemn precision his uncles
followed his example. There was no
one present before whom they need
stand uncovered—the Frankfort bank
ers were alone!
At last Amschel spoke with injured
petulance.
“Why do they all go away and
leave us? Ah. perhaps Charlotte in
terests the duke more than we do.”
“Which is quite natural.” answered
the pleased father.
“And when they are natural, these
people ignore us,” said Nathan.
Amschel continued to voice his
complaint.
“I have a feeling all the time that
their words are not as polite as they
sound. Is that my imagination, or do
any of you feel that, too?”
it.”
innoys me
said Na-
to feel —
“Of course, we feel
than. “And It
annoyed!”
Solomon the wise spoke:
“But that is their game—to have
us at a disadvantage. Why do you
think we were invited here?”
“We were invited to lunch.” said
Amschel. “Do you know 1 never couhl
t-ome here in a'friendly way—not to
drop in casually—never!”
Jacob broke his silence.
“Ah. how I dislike being here at
all, and the business we have come
for—my grandmother is right in what
she feels, and she has stayed at
home.”
"Indeed?” asked Solomon sarcas
tically. "Well, you are not a child to
hang on to her apron-strings—thougn
you have not our age or experience."
"We are all having an unpleasant
experience. Whatever I am. I wish 1
had not come,” began Jacob.
Who knows what breach might
have come in the family council of the
bankers who Kuod together, never
forgetting their father's admonition,
that although each separate twig
might be weak, a bundle of faggots
might scarcely be excelled in strength.
But their social ostracism and mar
tyrdom ended at this juncture.
The situation had weighed heavily
on Fehrenberg’s consciousness, sin* 2
it was. after all. due entirely to ism.
so he escaj>ed from the Prince of
Klausthal-Agorda with a prompti
tude with which one does not often
leave even an abdicating monarch,
and came back to do the honors of
Neustadt for the benefit of his in
vited guests.
One sad lit’tle incident threatened
to mar the situation beyond even his
diplomatic powers.
“May 1 show you our collection *>f
old coins?” asked he, and then a waVo
of horrified recollection swept over
him—these men were the sons of a
little old Jew of Frankfort who ha.l
laid the foundations of the family for
tune in an old coin shop.
“1 should say old arms, which might
interest you.”
And so peace was restored, and the
garden left tenantless, as a (‘harm
ing place for the duke and Charlotte,
who returned just then from the tour
of the <park.
Poor little Evelyn had been dis
patched by her kingly cousin to look
after their cousin, the Princes of
Klausthal-Agorda—and even when a
king is also one’s cousin it is wise
to obey his royal mandate, especially
whin one can easily trace the issu
ance thereof to a desire to be alone
with a pretty rival.
“1 have not tired you?” asked Gus
tavus with politeness in which there
was just a trace of tenderness. Ten
derness was an ingredient which he
well knew how to mingle in his con
versation with a pretty woman.
Charlotte answered with the sweet
simplicity which would some day
make her a dear old lady quite like
grannie.
“I am not so easily tired. Ah. your
highness, I like the old trees in the
park so much better than these
trimmed hedges—they Are very won
derful."
“Because they are more natural.
And I think simplicity should'appeal
to you.”
“Don’t you love nature?" When a
woman is beginning to feel an inter
est in a charming man she likes to
assure herself that he likes nature,
flowers and children the things dear-
to her woman-heart.
“Yes. But to be perfectly honest, I
Small Courtesies
By MRS. FRANK LEARNED.
Author of “The Etiquette of New York To-day."
would rather look at a pretty woman
—like you.” This last was very low.
but Charlotte’s small pink ears were
attuned to catch it—‘‘than a land
scape.”
Always Back to Women.
Charlotte laughed. “Whatever sub
ject we choose, you always bring it
round to woman.”
The old gray stone seat where Eve
lyn had lingered a little while ago
was now the background for Char
lotte’s newer charms. As the girl lifted
her softly tinted face in unconscious
eagerness this clever trifier in the
butterfly world of pretty women came
closer. What a fascinating little
witch she was, he thought. Just then
Charlotte was not thinking; she was
only feeling vaguely, in disturbed
fashion, a gentle agitation quite new
to her.
"Woman!" The duke’s voice
thrilled as he spoke the magic word.
“Woman! The beginning and end of
all. If a man of my age were to talk |
to you of anything but yourself he I
would be a hypocrite.”
The duke had been toying with the
great red rose that Evelyn had flung !
him. Now. with easy familiarity, he ;
brushed it .(.cross the girl’s white
throat, her delicately molded chin and
brought it to rest at last on her
curving lips. One does not lightly
reprimand a reigning prince. The girl
spoke very gently:
“Practice a little hypocrisy,
please.”
Pretty Speeches.
“No. You prefer me to be natural,
and I want to be what you wish.”
“Perhaps pretty speeches are nat
ural to you. but I am not used to
them.” She looked at the duke with
gentle, provoking dignity.
“How can that be, if you listen to
what people say to you?”
“At home they talk very different
ly—”
“Business always?” laughed the
duke.
“No. Yesterday I talked about
music with my Cousin Jacob. He is a
friend of the composer Rossini. Oh.
1 am very much interested!”
“In your cousin or his conversa
tion?’’ asked the duke, banteringly.
Charlotte considered for a moment.
“Well, in both; for. curiously enough,
we had never met before.”
’Shall we talk about music?”
asked the Duke, impatient of the dis
cussion of Cousin Jacob or any other
masculine intruder. “I am very fond
rose and walked to the fountain of
Cupid. Hhe sank in evident agitation
on its stone edge. and. with a quiz
zically tender smile, Duke Gustavus
of Taunits knelt on the coping at her
side.
“Does your reflection please you as
much as it does me, for then all your
reflections will be fair indeed?” he
said: and. taking the slender hand in
his own steel grasp, he kissed it just
w here curving arm sloped to dimpled
wrist.
Flushing, paling, Charlotte raised
her innocent young face to the fasci
nating worldly wise one so close to
hers, and at this particular psycho
logical moment Fehrenberg brought
his tour of the castle grounds to a
close!
Behold the Fates.
The Count smiled in serenely ac
customed amusement at this tableau
of which hie sovereign was a part.
Solomon joyously beheld the Fates
preparing to grant his dearest de-
j-/lre. The brothers took .heart of
grace from the idyllic scene; but
Jacob’s mein was as somber as bis
black coat. With his heart burning
its telltale message and his eyes for
all to j-'ee, he stood in the shadow of
the high old hedge, and in the gloom
of the feeling; he must never quite
acknowledge even to his own yearn
ing soul.
He must say something. That he
well knew, but what? He cudgelled
a throbbing brain; then at last, ”a
beautiful collection.” he murmured.
“And valuable. Of great value,”
said the Italian representative Carl,
in tones of his Neapolitan art train
ing.
“1 wonder if they have forgotten
lunch!” was Amschel’s comment.
The Duke became aware of his
duties a? host, and of a little chance
to air his new knewlodge.
“You are interested in art. all art?”
he said to the cousin who had in
truded on his tete-a-tete for one mo
ment.
“How can one help it?” answered
Jacob. “The expression of the beau
tiful—”
“And especially in music, I under
stand.”
“Perhaps—yes. But how could you
guess that?”
“Your cousin told me.”
“Did she?” asked Jacob. So that
first conversation meant no more to
her than this. She could tell it in
an idle moment to the rule of Neu
stadt. to the man to whom she was to
be sold in a marriage that would per
haps. after all. not be a loveless one.
Jacob knew he should unselfishly re
joice, but his heart refused to give
over its dull aching.
The moment seemed to Solomon to
be a most propitious one.
“If Your Highness has a few min
utes, might we not use them for *
discussion of our business?”
“Certainly. But the Baroness?”
questioned Gustavus.
May I—’’ asked Fehrenberg easily.
This daughter of the Jewish banker
was a very lovely young woman.
“If we arc to talk of my affairs, I
cannot very well spare Count Fehren-
berg.” said the Duke, conscious that
Fehrenberg’s knowledge of affairs in
the Duchy was far more extensive
than his own.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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Jokes
“It’s no use talking." remarked
Banks, dejectedly. "It’s impossible
to make a woman understand even
the first principles of finance.”
“What’s the matter now?” inquired
Henderson.
“Matter!" ejaculated the disgusted
Banks. "Why, when i was away yes
terday the baby swallowed a dime.
And what does my wife do but call in
a doctor and pay him five dollars for
getting that coin back.”
Clergyman (indignantly)—You say
you haven’t anything to be thankful
for? Why, look at your neighbor
Hayes; he has just lost his wife by
Influenza.
Burke—But that don't do me any
good; 1 ain't Hayes.
Mrs. Gabbleigh (nudging her hus
band. who is snffring)—William, you'd
make less noise if you kept your
mouth shut.
Husband (only half awake)—So’d
you.
Tourist <to native)—W r hat is the
object of greatest interest in your
town, sir?
Native—Well, I should say Old Sol
omons, the money lender, is!
HAD to put cold water com-
I presses on George’s head when
* it came home,” confessed the
president of the club. “He took it awful
ly hard.”
“Tom nearly had apoplexy,” put in
the blonde secretary, gleefully. “I never
knew before that a human man could
turn so absolutely purple!”
"T just took mine out of the box to
wear to this meetin,” said a mere mem
ber. "Walter when he saw It rushed
wildly from the house. If I didn’t
know that he always calms down after
an unsettling shock I should really be
disturbed and wonder whether he ever
would come back.”
“They always act that way over any
thing new.” said another member. “Ed
gar behaved Just the same over the
full skirt and then over the' skimpy
one, over the collar that runs up to
the ends of your eyebrows and over
the Dutch neck! There is no use pay
ing any attention to them!”
The door slammed Just then and an
other member almost fell into the room.
She wore on her head a concoction
that resembled the famous explosion In
a paint factory.
“I’m late!” she gasped. “I thought
at first that William had a stroke of
paralysis, but when he came to and I
found it was only my new spring hat
I came away and left him, horrid thing!”
“I know Just bow you feel,” said the
blonde secretary. “Now this spring hat
of mine is really mild compared with
some of the others you see—it has only
purple and orange and pink on it—
yet you Wouldn’t believe the time I had
with Tom!
“After my first tour of the shops I
knew f 1 should have to educate him
very carefully to the new Bulgarian
color scheme of life. I took to lead
ing him by shop windows and point
ing out the loudest example*. After
he ceased to halt like a stricken deer
with shudders running through his
frame at sight of a cerise straw with
a Washington monument in yellow run
up one side of it, and could view with
out alarm a grass-gren canoe with a
masthead of violet crimson tipped with
orange, I concluded that the time was
at last ripe to lead him to the theater.
“We got there early, so we could see
the audience gather. Tom sat bolt up
right, looking as if he had been stung,
when there floated down the aisle n
dream of a? hat in those w onderful flame
color plumes with a bit of palest lav
ender on the brim.
"He groaned aloud
" ‘Why, that’s Mrs. Jipps!’ I said.
'They live in the big house at the end
of our block, dearest. She must have
brought her hat from Paris.'
Awful! Awful!
“ ‘She got that in a millinery' shop
attached to an insane asylum,’ Tom
growled.
“A minute later I directed his at
tention to the woman who was tak-
ing a seat just in front of us. She had
on a perfect beauty of a hat—a pur
ple straw with roses shaded from pale
green through pink and yellow and
blue—a work of art, my' dear—and I
told him that her husband’s income
was $100,000 a year and that she once
invited me to tea.
‘ If he’s got all that money,’ said
Tom feebly, ‘why doesn't he buy his
poor wife a real hat instead of having
her w'ear one made up of scraps from
the leftovers of fifteen years? If you
had to wear a bat like that—’ Then
he stopped and stared.
“Three girls had come in together
and one of them wore a hat of green
and lavender, the second wore one of
pink and yellow and the third wore a
combination of all the other colors that
were left.
“ ‘Pity me!’ Tom moaned and beat
his hands together. 'What is this coun
try coming to? Oh, Sadie, take me
home, take me ho-o-me!’
I really felt sorry for him at the
end of the play when all those women
put on their hats simultaneously and
the lights were turned. I took him
home a saddened and suffering man.
Then 1 sprung my new hat on him next
day.
“He didn't say anything. He just
moaned feebly. Before he caught his
breath I instructed him to thank his
stars that it wasn’t any worse. You’ve
seen what women can do in the line
of hats this year,’ I told him. so re
joice that I was as merciful as this!
T could have done lots meaner things
’ HeN
at resigned look
than get purple, orange and pink'
tha
beginning to wear
now!”
“They needn’t talk!’’ grimly added
the woman with the paint factory ex
plosion “They only have to look at
the things—we have to do that and
wear ’em, too!”
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an you tell me of any new
games they play at .parties, and
how they are played? Some In which
there will be very little kissing, if
any. 1 do not favor these kissing
games, and therefore am in trou
ble. as there is to be a party at my
home within a short time and I do
not know what games to play, as
they know all about the old ones,
The list you give does* not include ana
grams. a very fascinating and wit-de
veloping pastime. Please omit the kiss
ing games. Children under ten have
that privilege, hut It is not the best
taste for any one older. You will find
i h complete list of suitable games on
1 any book counter.
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PAY AT THE TIME.
AR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 was Introduced to a young
lady one night, and she handed me
a ticket for a dance that her club
was giving.
After she left some of my boy
friends said i should have paid for
the ticket immediately. Were they
right, or I, in thinking that I should
pay for the ticket the next time I
meet her? STUPID.
It is not a matter of importance. The
best way is to pay at the time. It puts
a man in a better light and might save
the girl some embarrassment.
EFFICIENT attention is not
given to the little everyday
courtesies, the trifles which
help to smooth the way and help to
win the good will of others.
A pleasant how, a cordial greet
ing. a word of thanks expressed at
the right moment, a friendly clasp
of the hand, these are not difficult
things, yet how often they are neg
lected.
An important small courtesy is
the cultivation of a memory for faces
and names, to he able to “place”
people, as the saying is. to remem
ber just where one has met them
and with what occasion or special
event they are associated. To
speak immediately of something in
connection with tlie last meeting, or
of something personal in order to
show interest, is sure to give pleas
ure.
A very necessary eburtesy is to put
others at ease always. If one greets
an acquaintance whom he has not
met for a long time it is polite to
say. “1 hope you remember me. 1
and Mrs. ” It is neither
courteous nor well-bred to try to
puzzle an acquaintance as to one's
identity or to say blandly. “Don’t
you remember me?” or something
equally indefinite, while the troubled
acquaintance searches her mind and
and to have time to fill places of
those who can not come. It is a small
‘ourtesy and at the same time a mark
>f true friendliness and obligingness
for a friend to accept with cordiality
when asked - at the last moment to
fill a vacancy.
In home life the small, sweet cour
tesies need to be practiced. We must
be polite to the members of our
household and not save manners for
guests only. Too much is taken for
granted in the home circle. Relation
ship does not entitle anyone to make
rude, sarcastic', critical speeches. If
one has to call attention to an error
or correct a fault it may be done gen
tly. When advice lias to be given it
is best to give it privately.
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is ill at ease from sheer forgetful- j would have done, when your father
ness A quick reminder at once as j fell down and hurt himself. Does it
is obligatory
No Thought for Father.
“Boo-hoo, boo-hoo-wow!”
“Some one is in distress,”
thought.
“Boo-hoo. boo-hoo. boo-h-o-o!"
I hurried forward to the scene of I 1
the ratas.rouhe and was tcm.-hed to hot* - if tho
find little Arehit* <■: yinK ..vrr the mis- mUCn CdSlCT TO Deal II me
fortune of his father, who had slip
ped on a banana.
“Good little boy,” I said, patting
Archie on the back. “I’m so glad you
didn’t laugh, like other little boys
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and
to one’s name
opens the way to conversation.
Many persons are dilatory about
replying to invitations to luncheons,
card parties or dinners, although
these require answers within 24
hours at least, as a hostess wishes
tu know on whom she may depend
make you feel so bad?
”Y-es. Boo-woo-hoo! ”
"Try to stop crying. Archie," 1 said
sympathetically. “He isn’t badly
hurt."
"No. and 1 wish he was." said Ar
chie. with a fierce look. “It was my
banana he stepped on."
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